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Occasionally, the JVC dual tape deck I picked up from the neighborhood Buy Nothing list makes a terrible high-pitched squealing sound…
Occasionally, the JVC dual tape deck I picked up from the neighborhood Buy Nothing list makes a terrible high-pitched squealing sound. Then, it doesn’t. Right now, it plays You May Know Him by Cat Power, from a mixtape I likely made circa…1999?
You came through…
We have to explain to the kids what an answering machine tape is and why there are people from our current/past lives talking to us from in there. Twenty-year-old voicemails frozen in tape and time.
We are tired of taking care of each other. We look outside ourselves to analog electronic equipment. We clean it with q-tips and alcohol and the squeaking stops.
Ohhh, get me away, I’m dyin’…
I’m a record, repeating myself over and over. I think, Have I used this word as a title before? And then I scroll through the list of posts and see that I haven’t. Turns out there are a lot of words out there.
The tapes sound good.
The tapes are history. His and mine.